Tag: Story

Game 7 of the Western Conference Finals. Pelicans down by one. 15 seconds left. Jrue Holiday holds the ball at the top waiting for the play to develop. Anthony Davis begs for the ball in the right high post with Tim Duncan right on his back. He receives it. He faces up, fakes left, and…

Blatche tried to focus in the timeout, but he was never that good at running plays or listening to that motivational mumbo-jumbo. Usually what he did was look for hot girls in the stands that he might be able to get with later. That was what he was doing now – scanning the lower bowl…

“Thanks for coming in Mr. Pekovic. We are glad you want to join the prestigious Thunder organization.” “Thank you very much for having me.” “Let’s get down to business. We’ve looked at your resume, and it seems very impressive. Good scoring numbers on good efficiency. There’s just one little issue we’d like to bring up.”…

Shaun Livingston stole the ball from his hapless defender, and quickly raced up the court for a routine fast-break jam. He took off from just outside the restricted circle and cleanly slammed it home. He landed, and began to run back on D. Until he collapsed on the floor in a heap. He looked down…

–Nicolas Batum, Age 3.5– “Nic, I got you a new toy! Look!” Nicolas’ mom said, bringing out an inflatable rubber ball from behind her back. “You’ll have so much fun!” Nicolas took the ball from his mother’s outstretched hand. He looked at it, not with delight as his mother suspected, but rather, with mistrust. “You…

Sad story time. Get your tissues ready for deployment. So, Saturday nights are date night in the DownToBuck household. It’s not my idea, but my girl thinks its fun, so whatever. She’s pretty hot and I want to keep her around. Last night she said she wanted to see the ballet. Swan Lake or something,…

“Push! Push! You’re almost there! You can do it!” The nurse urged, holding onto the hand of the woman giving birth. “He’s almost out!” Soon the ordeal was over, and a beautiful black baby child was picked up in the doctor’s arms. “Um…that’s not right.” In a haze of anti-pain medication, the woman only responded…

“Come on Andrea, don’t you want to help mommy pick out some cereal?” Andrea Bargnani didn’t move. He was stopped in the pasta aisle, staring intently at one particular product. His mother grabbed his hand and tugged gently. “Andrea, let’s go.” “Can we get some of this?” The five-year-old Andrea asked innocently, eyes remaining fixed…

“We are gathered here today in remembrance of the life of Jeff Withey, a life which was tragically cut short in an act of senseless and random violence on the night of November the 12th…” Suzanne Withey let out a harsh sob. Her husband, Dave, patted her consolingly on the shoulder, but he, too, was…